As a lifelong resident of the South who often has cause to talk to people from elsewhere, I find that my accent is a recurring topic of conversation. Someone will wonder why I don’t have one, and seem astonished. Someone else will retort, “What are you talking about? He totally has one!” and seem amused.
Like the diabolical spawn of Franz Kafka and Michael Haneke, the Greek filmmaker Yorgos Lanthimos sets unfortunate humans loose in mazes of arbitrary, absurd authority and films them with an indifference that borders on cruelty.
I keep listening because I want to grasp it, and so the music generates the very frustrated desire it addresses.